The Eagle and the Hawk

I am the eagle, I live in high country In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers But time is still turning, they soon will be dry And all of those who see me, all who believe in me Share in the freedom I feel when I fly Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are